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336 LOVE'S FOOTSTEPS.

THE POET'S MINISTERS.

POET.

Oh, my soul! the draught is bitter

Yet it must be sweetly drunken:

Heart and soul! the grinding fetter

Galls, yet have ye never shrunken:

Heart and soul, and pining spirit,

Fail me not! no coward weakness